It was one of those days when he didn't want to wake up; he had no reason
to. You know how it's always the quiet person who always seems to be on the
edge? If you leave them alone in isolation for too long their minds begin
to get the better of them? No he wasn't going crazy, he wasn't turning
homicidal, but boy did it sure ever sting. Brief flashes of the day before
flooded his head. He remembered how he had hurt her with that prank, the
tears streaming down her face. Hawkeye wanted to comfort her, to hold her
in his arms and let her know everything was okay; but she pushed him away.
That night at dinner, the whole mess tent seemed to be watching him. Their faces held stern looks and frowning brows. Was it that evident that they were in love? Did everyone in camp know about them? No, not a single person knew that they had been dating, not even BJ. Whatever it was, he could tell he was in trouble.
Colonel Potter was sitting at the table by the center door. Accompanying him were Father Mulcahy, BJ, and now Charles. Suddenly the tent grew quiet as questioning glances were exchanged. Everyone was suddenly staring at him, as if they knew what had happened. Hawkeye gave the crowd a confused glance and directed his attention to the four men sitting in the middle. Their stares were probably the worst; all were mean and full of disappointment. Hawkeye rolled his eyes and filled his cup with coffee, then quickly evading the penetrating glances and exiting the tent.
Hawkeye made his way over to the hospital. It was time for his shift. He walked in through Klinger's office, across the hall, and into Post-Op. He froze as soon as he walked in; she was sitting there at the desk, not ten feet away. Margaret was finishing her paper work, she never heard him enter the room. Quickly she pushed the chair back and stood up. As she turned she bumped into someone. She was about to tell him to watch it when she looked up to see who it was. They stood still, just staring at the other, not saying anything. Hawkeye had an incredible urge to kiss her just then, her lips looked so full and soft.
Even if they weren't arguing he still wouldn't have been able to kiss her, there were just too many people in the room.
"Excuse me captain," she said pushing aside, trying to avoid his pleading eyes.
"Margaret please," he begged, grabbing her arm, "Talk to me."
"Captain I am very busy, will you please let my arm go," forcefully she pulled it from his grasp and walked through the double doors. Hawkeye stood there motionless, watching as the doors continued to swing.
"Damn," he whispered to himself. He sat down in the chair and laid his head against the cool wood of the desk. "Damn, damn, damn, damn," he repeated over and over again.
"Captain Pierce," Kellye was standing behind him, "Sir, are you okay?" Apparently she hadn't heard the news.
"I'll be fine," he said standing up quickly, "What's the problem?"
"I'll tell you what the problem is," Bigelow walking up behind them, "The problem is Major Houlihan."
"Excuse me?" Hawkeye asked, did the whole camp know about their fight?
"She's driving us all up the wall. Yesterday she was all nice and easy going, today she's a slave driver."
"Yeah, she's really been working us hard," Kellye added, she too looked concerned.
"And you know why she's like this don't you?" Bigelow stepped up and jabbed him in the chest with her finger, "You!"
"Me?" He sounded surprised.
"Yes you! You had to go and get her all upset! Did you ever think how that would effect the rest of us? Huh?"
"It was a little joke, come on." He took a step away from her.
"Little joke my foot! You really upset her! Now all the nurses are paying for your mistake!" She was almost yelling now.
"I don't see how this is any of your business," he yelled back. The whole camp was ganging up on him and he felt like a cornered dog.
"You better fix it with her buster, and soon!" She said as she gave him a threatening look and walked away.
"Can you believe this?" Hawkeye turned to Kellye who was still standing there silent.
"Humph," she snorted as she too turned her head and walked away. Hawkeye sat back on the desk and kicked the chair.
That was probably the last comprehendible conversation he'd had that night. After he had been relieved at midnight he went strait over to the officers club. It was only with the help of a bottle of Vodka that he managed to fall asleep. After that, he couldn't remember a thing.
Hawkeye didn't dare open his eyes yet; instead he listened as the rain outside continued to pour. He remembered the last time it had rained, that was when he first enjoyed Korea. It was only three in the morning; the camp had been dark and quiet. She was sleeping peacefully in his arms, cuddled close against him. Margaret's face was buried in his chest as her arms wrapped snugly around his waist. He was running his fingers up and down her back, listening as the rain poured outside. It was the first time they had really been together. They were in love.
After a few moments he glared around the tent, Charles and BJ were gone. It was already noon; they were probably out doing rounds. Hawkeye got out of bed, but ended sitting down once more. His head was spinning rapidly as his stomach began to turn. Slowly he pulled on his pants and boots, then quickly headed for the latrine. He passed Margaret's tent. Wouldn't she have loved to see him in that condition.
He spent the better part of fifteen minutes in the Latrine as his body threw the vodka back at him. By the time his was done throwing up it was almost twelve thirty. He stumbled out and into the drenching rain. Hawkeye stood there for a few minutes, letting the water wash over him. The rain was cold, but he didn't mind. It felt really good, even if he couldn't feel his arms anymore. He sat on a nearby crate and closed his eyes, listening to the soft pitter-patter on the ground.
"Hawkeye!" Someone shrieked behind him, then suddenly ran around and pulled him to his feet. "What the hell is the matter with you? Do you want to catch pneumonia?"
"Leave me alone," he told BJ not opening his eyes. Hawkeye pulled away and sat down once more.
"I'm not going to allow you to get sick. What good is a doctor who can't operate because he was an idiot?"
"Go away," Hawkeye told him again.
"No, you're coming with me. We have to warm you up." BJ grabbed his arm and pulled him along.
"What do you care?" He said pushing back.
"Well first you're not going to be any use to any one if you've got pneumonia, second you're my friend and I'm not going to allow you to do this to your self," BJ pulled harder.
"My friend? You're the one who left me!" Hawkeye was trying to free him self from the other man's grasp.
"You were acting like an ass!" BJ screamed back, his toes were going numb. "The way you two act towards each other sometimes, you'd think you were married."
Hawkeye froze, what did he just say? BJ took the opportunity to pull him one last time, luckily into Klinger's office. The two men ended up on the floor in front of Klinger's desk.
"Captain Pierce! Captain Hunnicutt!" Klinger shouted as he ran from his chair to help them, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Fine, fine," Hawkeye said standing up.
"You are not, look you're half way to a shade of blue!" BJ said as he pulled him self-up.
"Captain you're soaking wet! Here let me get you a blanket," Klinger ran into the supply closet.
Suddenly Potter ran out of his office, "What happened, is everyone okay?" He looked his two surgeons up and down.
"Pierce are you crazy?" He was looking at Hawkeye who was wearing a soaked T-shirt and drenched pants.
"He was sitting in the rain," BJ told their commanding officer. He too had an angry look on his face. Just then Klinger came back into the room with some blankets.
"Son, are you feeling alright, did you stay underwater too long?"
"No, I'm fine," Hawkeye pushed away as he turned towards the door. Suddenly he let out a loud sneeze.
"Get back over here, are you trying to kill your self? BJ make sure he gets out of those wet clothes and warm him up, I don't need any sick doctors."
BJ and Klinger pulled Hawk into the examination room. BJ gave him a sedative as he got out his wet clothes and into a pair of hospital pajamas. Klinger wrapped him in two blankets as his eyes started to droop.
"Let's get him into a bed, I don't think he's going to make it back to the Swamp," BJ whispered to Klinger.
"Right sir."
Hawkeye tried to object, but the sedative was already beginning to take effect. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.
"It's for the best," BJ said as they tucked him in, "At least here we can watch him."
"Yes sir."
Then next day Hawkeye was back to normal. He admitted that he found it strange when he woke up in Post-Op, but it was no big deal.
Hawkeye walked into Klinger's office later the following day and shifted through a pile of reports.
"Uh captain?" Klinger whispered from his desk. Hawkeye leaned forward to listen.
"What?" He whispered; their noses were almost touching.
Klinger pointed to the room next to him, "Major Houlihan is next door with the colonel."
Hawkeye picked his head up, "Oh she is?"
"Yes sir."
"Uh Klinger, do you think you could do me a favor?" He had to talk to her.
"Anything sir."
"Do you think you could go to the duty nurse and ask for a list of all the patients needed to have their blood work reexamined?"
"I'll get on it right away," Klinger said as he stood from his chair and walked to the door, "And sir?" He said before he went through.
"Yes?" Hawkeye asked as he turned to him.
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Hawkeye sat down in Klinger's chair as he waited for her. After about five long minutes she emerged with a stack of papers. Quickly he stood up and walked to her.
"Margaret please, we have to talk," he said as she passed by him.
"Can't you see I'm a little busy?" She barked back at him, turning around.
"We need to talk, you're getting upset over nothing."
"Nothing? You think I'm upset over nothing?" She was practically yelling.
"Well honey I don't understand why you're mad?"
"You don't understand?" She raised her voice, "Of course you don't, you're a man!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" She was getting over excited for nothing.
"Just leave me alone, I have work to do," Margaret said as she began to walk away. Hawkeye ran around her and blocked the door.
"Margaret please."
"Out of my way captain."
"Not until we talk."
"I said I have reports to fill out," she exclaimed as she tried to push past him.
"Can we talk later?" He pushed.
Suddenly she stopped, "Yes, fine, we can talk later."
"Okay," Hawkeye said as he stood aside, allowing her to walk past.
"Thank you," she said not looking at him.
"One more thing," he put his arm across the doorway.
"What?" She stomped her foot, she was becoming more impatient.
Hawkeye leaned down unexpectedly and brushed his lips gently across hers. He pulled back slowly, looking her in the eye. She didn't say anything, instead she pushed past him and out the door. He stood there, watching as she walked across the compound.
No matter what, they were going to have that talk tonight. He was going to find out what was really bothering her, it had to be something more. Hopefully by tomorrow morning everything would back to normal. They would be cuddled together, sleeping peacefully on her cot. After all, he couldn't stand sleeping with BJ and Charles any longer.
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Okay, I know this chapter isn't the best one, but I needed a transitional one in between. The next one I promise will be much steamier. Please review, even if you hated it. The more reviews, the faster I'll get the next chapter up!
That night at dinner, the whole mess tent seemed to be watching him. Their faces held stern looks and frowning brows. Was it that evident that they were in love? Did everyone in camp know about them? No, not a single person knew that they had been dating, not even BJ. Whatever it was, he could tell he was in trouble.
Colonel Potter was sitting at the table by the center door. Accompanying him were Father Mulcahy, BJ, and now Charles. Suddenly the tent grew quiet as questioning glances were exchanged. Everyone was suddenly staring at him, as if they knew what had happened. Hawkeye gave the crowd a confused glance and directed his attention to the four men sitting in the middle. Their stares were probably the worst; all were mean and full of disappointment. Hawkeye rolled his eyes and filled his cup with coffee, then quickly evading the penetrating glances and exiting the tent.
Hawkeye made his way over to the hospital. It was time for his shift. He walked in through Klinger's office, across the hall, and into Post-Op. He froze as soon as he walked in; she was sitting there at the desk, not ten feet away. Margaret was finishing her paper work, she never heard him enter the room. Quickly she pushed the chair back and stood up. As she turned she bumped into someone. She was about to tell him to watch it when she looked up to see who it was. They stood still, just staring at the other, not saying anything. Hawkeye had an incredible urge to kiss her just then, her lips looked so full and soft.
Even if they weren't arguing he still wouldn't have been able to kiss her, there were just too many people in the room.
"Excuse me captain," she said pushing aside, trying to avoid his pleading eyes.
"Margaret please," he begged, grabbing her arm, "Talk to me."
"Captain I am very busy, will you please let my arm go," forcefully she pulled it from his grasp and walked through the double doors. Hawkeye stood there motionless, watching as the doors continued to swing.
"Damn," he whispered to himself. He sat down in the chair and laid his head against the cool wood of the desk. "Damn, damn, damn, damn," he repeated over and over again.
"Captain Pierce," Kellye was standing behind him, "Sir, are you okay?" Apparently she hadn't heard the news.
"I'll be fine," he said standing up quickly, "What's the problem?"
"I'll tell you what the problem is," Bigelow walking up behind them, "The problem is Major Houlihan."
"Excuse me?" Hawkeye asked, did the whole camp know about their fight?
"She's driving us all up the wall. Yesterday she was all nice and easy going, today she's a slave driver."
"Yeah, she's really been working us hard," Kellye added, she too looked concerned.
"And you know why she's like this don't you?" Bigelow stepped up and jabbed him in the chest with her finger, "You!"
"Me?" He sounded surprised.
"Yes you! You had to go and get her all upset! Did you ever think how that would effect the rest of us? Huh?"
"It was a little joke, come on." He took a step away from her.
"Little joke my foot! You really upset her! Now all the nurses are paying for your mistake!" She was almost yelling now.
"I don't see how this is any of your business," he yelled back. The whole camp was ganging up on him and he felt like a cornered dog.
"You better fix it with her buster, and soon!" She said as she gave him a threatening look and walked away.
"Can you believe this?" Hawkeye turned to Kellye who was still standing there silent.
"Humph," she snorted as she too turned her head and walked away. Hawkeye sat back on the desk and kicked the chair.
That was probably the last comprehendible conversation he'd had that night. After he had been relieved at midnight he went strait over to the officers club. It was only with the help of a bottle of Vodka that he managed to fall asleep. After that, he couldn't remember a thing.
Hawkeye didn't dare open his eyes yet; instead he listened as the rain outside continued to pour. He remembered the last time it had rained, that was when he first enjoyed Korea. It was only three in the morning; the camp had been dark and quiet. She was sleeping peacefully in his arms, cuddled close against him. Margaret's face was buried in his chest as her arms wrapped snugly around his waist. He was running his fingers up and down her back, listening as the rain poured outside. It was the first time they had really been together. They were in love.
After a few moments he glared around the tent, Charles and BJ were gone. It was already noon; they were probably out doing rounds. Hawkeye got out of bed, but ended sitting down once more. His head was spinning rapidly as his stomach began to turn. Slowly he pulled on his pants and boots, then quickly headed for the latrine. He passed Margaret's tent. Wouldn't she have loved to see him in that condition.
He spent the better part of fifteen minutes in the Latrine as his body threw the vodka back at him. By the time his was done throwing up it was almost twelve thirty. He stumbled out and into the drenching rain. Hawkeye stood there for a few minutes, letting the water wash over him. The rain was cold, but he didn't mind. It felt really good, even if he couldn't feel his arms anymore. He sat on a nearby crate and closed his eyes, listening to the soft pitter-patter on the ground.
"Hawkeye!" Someone shrieked behind him, then suddenly ran around and pulled him to his feet. "What the hell is the matter with you? Do you want to catch pneumonia?"
"Leave me alone," he told BJ not opening his eyes. Hawkeye pulled away and sat down once more.
"I'm not going to allow you to get sick. What good is a doctor who can't operate because he was an idiot?"
"Go away," Hawkeye told him again.
"No, you're coming with me. We have to warm you up." BJ grabbed his arm and pulled him along.
"What do you care?" He said pushing back.
"Well first you're not going to be any use to any one if you've got pneumonia, second you're my friend and I'm not going to allow you to do this to your self," BJ pulled harder.
"My friend? You're the one who left me!" Hawkeye was trying to free him self from the other man's grasp.
"You were acting like an ass!" BJ screamed back, his toes were going numb. "The way you two act towards each other sometimes, you'd think you were married."
Hawkeye froze, what did he just say? BJ took the opportunity to pull him one last time, luckily into Klinger's office. The two men ended up on the floor in front of Klinger's desk.
"Captain Pierce! Captain Hunnicutt!" Klinger shouted as he ran from his chair to help them, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Fine, fine," Hawkeye said standing up.
"You are not, look you're half way to a shade of blue!" BJ said as he pulled him self-up.
"Captain you're soaking wet! Here let me get you a blanket," Klinger ran into the supply closet.
Suddenly Potter ran out of his office, "What happened, is everyone okay?" He looked his two surgeons up and down.
"Pierce are you crazy?" He was looking at Hawkeye who was wearing a soaked T-shirt and drenched pants.
"He was sitting in the rain," BJ told their commanding officer. He too had an angry look on his face. Just then Klinger came back into the room with some blankets.
"Son, are you feeling alright, did you stay underwater too long?"
"No, I'm fine," Hawkeye pushed away as he turned towards the door. Suddenly he let out a loud sneeze.
"Get back over here, are you trying to kill your self? BJ make sure he gets out of those wet clothes and warm him up, I don't need any sick doctors."
BJ and Klinger pulled Hawk into the examination room. BJ gave him a sedative as he got out his wet clothes and into a pair of hospital pajamas. Klinger wrapped him in two blankets as his eyes started to droop.
"Let's get him into a bed, I don't think he's going to make it back to the Swamp," BJ whispered to Klinger.
"Right sir."
Hawkeye tried to object, but the sedative was already beginning to take effect. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.
"It's for the best," BJ said as they tucked him in, "At least here we can watch him."
"Yes sir."
Then next day Hawkeye was back to normal. He admitted that he found it strange when he woke up in Post-Op, but it was no big deal.
Hawkeye walked into Klinger's office later the following day and shifted through a pile of reports.
"Uh captain?" Klinger whispered from his desk. Hawkeye leaned forward to listen.
"What?" He whispered; their noses were almost touching.
Klinger pointed to the room next to him, "Major Houlihan is next door with the colonel."
Hawkeye picked his head up, "Oh she is?"
"Yes sir."
"Uh Klinger, do you think you could do me a favor?" He had to talk to her.
"Anything sir."
"Do you think you could go to the duty nurse and ask for a list of all the patients needed to have their blood work reexamined?"
"I'll get on it right away," Klinger said as he stood from his chair and walked to the door, "And sir?" He said before he went through.
"Yes?" Hawkeye asked as he turned to him.
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Hawkeye sat down in Klinger's chair as he waited for her. After about five long minutes she emerged with a stack of papers. Quickly he stood up and walked to her.
"Margaret please, we have to talk," he said as she passed by him.
"Can't you see I'm a little busy?" She barked back at him, turning around.
"We need to talk, you're getting upset over nothing."
"Nothing? You think I'm upset over nothing?" She was practically yelling.
"Well honey I don't understand why you're mad?"
"You don't understand?" She raised her voice, "Of course you don't, you're a man!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" She was getting over excited for nothing.
"Just leave me alone, I have work to do," Margaret said as she began to walk away. Hawkeye ran around her and blocked the door.
"Margaret please."
"Out of my way captain."
"Not until we talk."
"I said I have reports to fill out," she exclaimed as she tried to push past him.
"Can we talk later?" He pushed.
Suddenly she stopped, "Yes, fine, we can talk later."
"Okay," Hawkeye said as he stood aside, allowing her to walk past.
"Thank you," she said not looking at him.
"One more thing," he put his arm across the doorway.
"What?" She stomped her foot, she was becoming more impatient.
Hawkeye leaned down unexpectedly and brushed his lips gently across hers. He pulled back slowly, looking her in the eye. She didn't say anything, instead she pushed past him and out the door. He stood there, watching as she walked across the compound.
No matter what, they were going to have that talk tonight. He was going to find out what was really bothering her, it had to be something more. Hopefully by tomorrow morning everything would back to normal. They would be cuddled together, sleeping peacefully on her cot. After all, he couldn't stand sleeping with BJ and Charles any longer.
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Okay, I know this chapter isn't the best one, but I needed a transitional one in between. The next one I promise will be much steamier. Please review, even if you hated it. The more reviews, the faster I'll get the next chapter up!